Pinkie Pie Pfp Novels & Stories

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She clicked on the profile a power bike was displayed as the profile picture. "Why did you click on that?" Kiara asked surprised, "There's no profile picture." "Instincts," Shelly replied with a shrug. The profile opened displaying Adam in various pictures on his power bike, his doctor uniform though those ones were few. "Adam is a badass guy with a power bank? Color me shocked!" Kiara exclaimed not hiding the surprise evident on her face. "I'm not in the least surprised," Shelly said with a smile, "I kinda knew he had it in him."

Her voice climbed an octave, and she clutched her notepad to her chest like it was a holy relic. “I can’t believe this! You’re sitting here. In my café. Eating pie like a normal human being.” Heat rushed to my cheeks. “I… haven’t ordered the pie yet.” The girl squealed, bouncing on her heels. “I’m so sorry, I’m being unprofessional. But can I… oh my God…. Can I take a picture with you after your meal? Please? My friends will die.” I offered a weak smile. “Sure. After I eat.”

Other than that he had many superpowers which only alpha could have. He recalls the name of the bakery, 'Piehood.' Then thought about the logo of it... There was a girl dressed in a chef's apron and a big hat but her hair was visible and it was in... "Red colour..." he muttered under his breath. Then he quickly turned to rush away, leaving his guards behind. ____________________________________ "Alright, I'll do it. Goodnight!" Pidge wiped her hands with her apron she was wearing and waved the girls goodbye. Walking back to the kitchen she continued making the wedding cake.

she said and continued savoring her creamy and cheesy chicken pie. “How about the name?” Her heart rate was erratic as Claire took a moment to remember. He was the only lead she has left to regain her hazy memories from the accident. “Elian? Ellery? Right, Elliot Sphene.” “I hope that’s not a fake name either.” “Hey! He seems polite and not the type to lie their way out.” “Right, not everybody is like me,” Ava said, rolling her eyes. When she saw Claire purse her lips from across her, she smiled. “It’s a force of habit, okay? I’m working on it. Now we can enjoy our lunch.”

This lady obviously hates pink really. “I’m Pinky! Ms. Janeah, I'm your number one fan ma’am. I followed all of your social media and bought every magazine you made.” She exclaimed which made my heart flutter. “Nice to meet you Pinky. It seems like you really hate pink.” I said to her while smiling which made all of the people here laugh. Her cheeks blushed and she laughed. We are now eating merrily. According to Pinky, they are shy with me because I’m a famous model. I’m just a mere human being like them so what’s with the fuss?

No. His gaze is piercing right through me, he seems angry, I suppose? But then he smiles, his smile is worth dying for, I smile back and it's the sweetest thing in the world when he smiles at me, when smiles for me, when he smiles because of me. I feel as though I'm the luckiest girl in this entire universe. "Kyo" I spoke "I think my pinkie is shorter than yours" I said putting forward my right hand. Kyo is famous as the member with the shortest little finger.

If she opened a restaurant or a bakery I would be the first person in line to taste her food . The kids were leaving today and I wish they weren't leaving so early , but I knew that I needed to spend a bit more time with their father so that we can actually go back to being the family we once were . Pia was wearing her Mickey mouse tracksuit because it was a bit nippy outside . The tracksuit was blue matching her beautiful blue eyes and she somehow convinced the nannies to dress Ava the same way she was dressed. Just this morning she was asking me if there is any possibility to change my son from being his twin brother and she can adopt Ava as her twin . I don't know what they were teaching

“What about pizza? That’s unconventional. Everyone likes pizza.” Alina, perched cross-legged on the armchair with a sketchbook in her lap, burst into giggles. “Daddy, can we have cake that’s pink? And sparkly? Like the one I drew!” She flipped the notebook around to show a lopsided tower of glittering tiers decorated with stars and butterflies. Sienna laughed, jotting both suggestions down just to humor them. “So orchids, pizza, and a sparkly pink cake. Perfect. We’ll be the talk of the century.”

I have made my way to King Pie since Future and I agreed to meet there. I spot her at the small table in the center and make my way to her. “Sorry I'm late,” I say. “I just got here, too. Ready to order?” She asks, and I nod. She tells me what kind of pie she wants and I make my way to the counter to buy. “Hi, can I please have chicken and red hot chicken burger pies? And two bottles of sprites,” I say and the girl in a purple t-shirt with a pie at the corner gets my order.